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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

To the Reader at Parting

NOW, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,
  We must separate awhile—Here! take from my lips this kiss.
  Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;
  So long!—And I hope we shall meet again.

#Americans #XIXCentury

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